When it's all Black and White
Chapter 11 Nothing but air
The morning after his visit to Hogwarts, Harry woke up to Sirius in his room putting away some clothes. He had to stiffle a laugh as he watched his godfather trying to fold a shirt. Eventually Sirius gave up and used magic on all the clothes.
"I'm glad my life doesn't depend on you cooking or folding my clothes," Harry said when Sirius finished.
Faking a look of hurt, Sirius went over to the bed and sat at Harry's feet. "I'm sure if your life depended on it, I could cook like a chef and fold like a ....well, a matchine folder thingy."
Harry laughed and sat up, reaching for his glasses.
"What do you want to do today kid?"
Harry smiled and pulled back his curtains, letting the midmorning sunshine brighten the room.
"I want to fly."
Sirius smiled and messed Harry's already messy hair.
"I couldn't wait to hear that. We'll go to Diagon Alley and get you a broom, maybe I'll even pick me up a new one. Merlin knows my clean sweep isn't like it used to be."
After Harry took a shower he walked downstairs to find Sirius cooking.
"What are you doing? I said I wanted to fly not die! I know they sound the same, but come on!"
Sirius just laughed and sat down at the table, abandoning the stove.
"I'm letting magic do all the work."
"Oh great, even better." Harry said sarcastically, but he sat down next to his godfather to eat.
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Back at Hogwarts, all the professors with the addition of Hagrid, were in Dumbledore's office waiting for an explaination.
"Good afternoon everyone. I have called you all here to tell you that Hogwarts is now holding a very powerful conductor of magic. The Sorcerer's Stone is now in our care. I will need the cooperation of everyone so that we can keep it safe and be able to sleep at night."
After being told of the stone, everyone followed the headmaster to a door on the third floor.
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Diagon Alley wasn't full and congested of people when Harry and Sirius went to look for brooms because of school, but there was enough for Sirius to keep a hand on his godson's shoulder.
Entering his favorite shop, Harry went straight to the brooms while Sirius looked for new quidditch books. Rolling his eyes, Harry smiled as he remembered the last time he asked about the books. The man seemed to have every book ever made in his spacious library, but to Harry's delightment he realized about one third of them was on quidditch.
"Find one you like?"
Harry shook his head no, thenm he tentively looked up at Sirius. "How do I know which one is best?"
"Duh." Sirius said to himself, slapping his forehead. "You've never ridden on a broom before have you?"
When Harry shook his head again Sirius scowled inwardly but his smile never left his face. "Well we're going to change that."
Walking up to the front desk, Sirius asked for two of the newest model and got them instantly.
"Numbus, Mr. Black. Very fast, and yet managable for first timers." The man at the counter said then looked more closely at the young boy, "Is that your godson?"
Sirius smiled at the older man "It sure is Tom."
"Well he got big," he said then talked to Harry. "I remember the first time your godfather brought you in here. You was about oh, five months old I think. Told me he wanted to get his godson a broom. I couldn't believe it, but he said he wanted to start you off on the right foot." Chuckling whole heartedly, Tom turned back to Sirius who was lost in the memory. "How did his mum handle it "
A faint smile touched Sirius' lips. "She didn't."
Harry said goodbye to Tom and walked out of the store with his second broom. "You let me fly when I was only five months old?"
"No of cource not. You flyed with me when your father, Remus, and I would play quidditch. The broom I got you had an age limit on it, it wouldn't let you on until you were a year old."
"Um, what did you mean my mom didn't handle it?"
Sirius looked around as if seaching for a spy before answering.
"Let's just say, if not for magic, I would have spent a week eating through a straw."
Harry found this quite funny and had to be led to a fireplace to go home.
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The sky was different shades of grey when Sirius and Harry went outside to fly.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Sirius? I mean, we did just eat and all."
"You should be fine, if not, well, puke somewhere away from me."
Harry was thinking about different ways to spew all over his godfather when he looked to see him high in the air.
"Come on Harry! Or are you going to let me have all the fun?"
Looking at the broom in his right hand, Harry mounted it then kicked up off the ground. He wasn't expecting to go very high, he wasn't even expecting to leave the ground at all, but when he opened his eyes Harry found himself at least eight feet in the air.
"What do I do now?" Harry asked a little more frantic then he thought, because Sirius was at his side in a second.
"Just lean forward or to the side to move. Then very gently push the front of the brrom down."
Harry watched his godfather fly for a minute before taking off. Flying in circles around the house he saw Sirius take out a small brown ball from inside his pocket, it was the same size as a snitch. Watching it intently, Harry dove after the ball when Sirius threw it.
Not expecting Harry to go after it, Sirius watched in fozen horror as his godson plummeted to the ground. Just in time Harry grabbed it and pulled up. Sirius flew to the ground and Harry followed.
"Wow. That was amazing Harry, but don't give me a heart attack like that again."
Harry nodded and sat down on the ground with his godfather.
"You're a natural! I knew you would be, take a look at who your godfather is."
"yeah, the famous beater." Harry laughed and looked at the sky, "I thought my mother would be a beater."
Sirius looked around before making some sort of grunting noise.
"What was that Sirius?"
"Um, your mother was a beater."
Harry laughed again and the two sat in silence in the back yard for a while.
Sirius was watching the sky as it turned a very dark red. 'Sign of a storm,' he thought before Harry inturrupted the silence.
"What possition did my dad play?"
"He was the seeker, and a very good one I might add. He was a natural on a broom."
Harry saw Sirius become stiff and his eyes become unfocused. Not wanting to say anything more, Harry moved closer and layed his head on his godfather's shoulder.
TBC
Sorry it's been so long guys, I got suspended for a while after one of my stories got removed.
The next chapter: The-boy-who-lived. Harry finds out why he is famous. Peter makes an appearence.